This photo is from the traffic cam as the work crews were taking away the dirt on the closed highway. I thought it was fun to see the line of yellow dump trucks going the wrong way down the highway.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Landslide
I captured these pics from the highway cams from the recent landslide on highway 26. Had to post them so I can get them off my chest, so to speak.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
My Old Boss
Just went to pick up lunch from a downtown lunch cart two blocks from my work, and 1 block from the front door of my first place of employment. As I was waiting for my burrito, I spy my old boss waiting at the Thai cart next door. I had seen him before in this same location, but it was raining that day and the hood of my jacket was over my head. I pretended not to notice him even though he was 2 feet away from me. Today the weather is fair. My old boss wanders over to where I am. I am sure I am recognized and dread having to converse with him.
He says, "Mark?" looking directly at me.
I am struggling to process this, as it seems he has forgotten my name. I notice he has his name printed out on label maker tape and stuck on his breast pocket. I get the impression he is with clients at the other cart and perhaps he is involved in some kind of company training activity.
He says, still looking at me, "How is it going?"
I try to think of what to say. "No, actually my name is David," comes to mind. I wasted three years of my life working for you, you dip weed. As I try to compose such a sentence he takes my lack of response as non-recognition on my part. He turns to the person in line behind me and says, "So anyway this place has great salsa." The person behind me must work with him or be in the training session. My old boss has awkwardly tried to save face by pretending he was not talking to me in the first place. He wanders back to the Thai cart.
I laugh quietly to myself. I have unintentionally avoided having to talk to him and embarrassed him at the same time. What is better, he will probably be too embarrassed to say hi to me again if I meet him again on the street. I wonder how he came up with the name Mark, but then I catch him address the guy who was behind me in line as Mark. I don't know why he was looking at me the first time he said it.
I have decided that if he does talk to me on the street again, I am not denying that I recognized him today. I have no excuse anyway, since his stupid name was stuck on his shirt making him look like a third grader on a field trip. Hopefully, I will have the opportunity to make him feel even more awkward by doing so.
That's what I call empowerment.
He says, "Mark?" looking directly at me.
I am struggling to process this, as it seems he has forgotten my name. I notice he has his name printed out on label maker tape and stuck on his breast pocket. I get the impression he is with clients at the other cart and perhaps he is involved in some kind of company training activity.
He says, still looking at me, "How is it going?"
I try to think of what to say. "No, actually my name is David," comes to mind. I wasted three years of my life working for you, you dip weed. As I try to compose such a sentence he takes my lack of response as non-recognition on my part. He turns to the person in line behind me and says, "So anyway this place has great salsa." The person behind me must work with him or be in the training session. My old boss has awkwardly tried to save face by pretending he was not talking to me in the first place. He wanders back to the Thai cart.
I laugh quietly to myself. I have unintentionally avoided having to talk to him and embarrassed him at the same time. What is better, he will probably be too embarrassed to say hi to me again if I meet him again on the street. I wonder how he came up with the name Mark, but then I catch him address the guy who was behind me in line as Mark. I don't know why he was looking at me the first time he said it.
I have decided that if he does talk to me on the street again, I am not denying that I recognized him today. I have no excuse anyway, since his stupid name was stuck on his shirt making him look like a third grader on a field trip. Hopefully, I will have the opportunity to make him feel even more awkward by doing so.
That's what I call empowerment.
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